The documents that had been deleted could not be recovered by all means.
Bentley did not feel distressed but just continued to translate the remaining three documents.
Yet his typing speed had slowed down a lot.
The office was filled with the sounds of typing again, and no one took the initiative to speak.
When one was busy, time always passed quickly, and an hour seemed to pass in a flash.
Breenda tidied up the desk, packed the designer bag, and prepared to return to the Callis' home. She casually instructed, "Send all the translated documents to my account."
Bentley stopped and turned to look at Breenda. "Ms. Callis, aren't you going to have a check first?"
"You've already finished translating. What's there to check?"
"I ... still have two documents left. I haven't finished yet," Bentley said as he lowered his eyes, feeling embarrassed.
Breenda was stunned.